I’ve had 3 much needed days off of work. I kind of burnt myself out working for what seemed like close to 14 days in a row. There was so much stuff I wanted to accomplish and I feel like I ran out of time.
The Man and I typically both work evenings. This takes us a way from the kids leaving Deedee in charge. She does what she has to, but the more nights I’m a way from home I feel like the house suffers some sort of natural disaster. Dishes always done, but the counters are sticky. We’re always running a load of laundry, but a dry one will sit on my shelves in my bedroom waiting to be folded. Paw prints all along the bath tub. I’m neat freak (not a germ-a-phobe) and clutter really makes me visibly agitated.
My mornings have been filled with running errands and my evenings have been dedicated to cleaning and bonding with the kids. Yet, I feel like I’ve hardly made a dent in the mess.
I have a lot of obsessive / compulsive behavior and on top of that hyper activity… so a clean house keeps me at peace. I guess I thought with 3 days off it’d be sparkling.
Snoochie had an interesting evening. She went to her friend’s church to watch a pageant about Jesus, his crucifixion, and his resurrection. So I’m happy she got to dangle her toes in a welcoming Southern church on top of making a really great friend. I wonder if she’ll go back and if she does, I’ll encourage and support it.
I have this new favorite song. It’s “Stressed Out” by 21 Pilots. The lyrics go “I wish I could turn back time to the good old days days when mama sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.” It popped into my head when I was petting Toothless. Tears welled up in the corner of my eyes.
Wish I could turn back time to the moment at the shelter when I first saw you. Wish I could turn back time to when we named you Poison Ivy, but called you kitty kitty. Wish I could turn back time to days when you could run and jump. If I could turn back time I’d freeze it to right then cause 4 years just isn’t enough.
My pets have always meant so much to me. I was 2 years old when we first got a “family” pet. I grew up so close to a dog that he was more brother than pet. He was such a smart dog too.
I’ve always loved the company of animals. I’ve owned dogs, rabbits, birds, hamsters, all kinds of fish, geckos, a bearded dragon, and of course cats. Having an animal in my house brings something special out of me. It keeps me from closing myself off. I’ve had to say good bye to quite a few of my furry friends, but this… is different. Toothless is no ordinary cat. There are times when I’m with her that I forget I’m a human and she’s a cat.
I guess that’s about it. Nothing super exciting going on… except I’ve got about 3 more weeks or so til Tyrion is ready to come home. I got the plates for the Mustang today. Now I just need to fix the drivers seat so it doesn’t always recline so far back.